I thought I saw a phantom
Hailing from the mist,
Was hoping for a mountain
A stone and pale tryst
A place to go for safety
A far and mystic rest,
A place to start my heartstrings,
A rhythm in my chest
I thought I saw a phantom
Hailing from the mist,
Was hoping for a mountain
A stone and pale tryst
A place to go for safety
A far and mystic rest,
A place to start my heartstrings,
A rhythm in my chest